The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

When the front track of car number 013 ran over the remaining rail on the opposite bank, the entire car shook.

Tang Lan's hand was still gripping the brake lever, her wrist taut.

"Car No. 013 has landed."

Little Fire stares at the screen, its tail tip resting on the edge of the keyboard.

"The tail section isn't fully finished yet."

Su Yuan remained silent.

The old traction cables on the front beam of the Devourer are still taut.

The steel cable was pulled out in the opposite direction from the winch in the dismantling pit on the right, with rust chips falling off the cable continuously. With each chip that fell, the cutting teeth in the recovery well below would spin idly, their cold, hard surfaces turning against the darkness.

Wang Hu was positioned with his entire body pressed against the inside of the front beam.

He braced his shoulder against the wrench that was being used as a pin, his palm pressing against the chain link. The steel wire splinters that had just pierced his flesh were pushed aside again, and blood seeped out from the gaps in the cloth, trickling down his wrist.

He didn't loosen his grip.

"Boss, the lock is crooked."

Su Yuan glanced at the front beam stress table.

"withstand."

"I'm holding on."

Wang Hu gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Behind them, the last set of wheels on baggage car number 005 grazed the edge of the broken bridge.

The cutting wheel suddenly spun violently.

A layer of black sludge was scraped off from under the car, and the debris fell into the well, where it was immediately crushed.

The stress on tail beam No. 013 jumped by one level.

Tang Lan reported the numbers.

"Twenty-six."

The small fire started to open at the same time.

"Number 005 has passed the break point."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a muffled thud came from the right-hand winch.

The old traction cable suddenly sprang halfway out of the drum and slammed against the rail. The thick cable hit the ground, and sparks rolled along the broken rail for a while. The front beam of the Devourer lurched violently, the lock was knocked askew, and the wrench pin almost popped out of the chain hole.

Wang Hu's shoulder was bumped and he leaned back.

He stubbornly refused again.

"Hold."

Blood gushed from his palm.

On Xiao Huo's screen, the cable tension curve dropped from green to the yellow zone.

"Insufficient residual tension."

It looked up at Su Yuan.

"If you keep dragging, the cable will break. If you unload it now, the tail momentum will throw No. 005 back to the wellhead."

Someone in room 013 saw the curve and turned pale.

The young survivor crouched beside the wounded, his hand still pressing on the restraints. He glanced at the tailgate, then at Tang Lan, but didn't dare to speak.

Tang Lan didn't look at him.

She stared at the brake gauge.

"Twenty-four tail beams, slow descent."

In the third section, the old mechanic was holding the cup holder with both hands.

The four water glasses shook violently, but they didn't jump.

"No shots were played in the third quarter."

Su Yuan slowed down the car.

Three kilometers.

Unhappy.

And it doesn't stop.

The Devourer, carrying Section 3, No. 013, and No. 005, continued to glide forward on the remaining tracks on the opposite bank.

The old tow cable dangled on the right side, no longer taut, yet still gripping the front beam. That last bit of strength, like the last lifeline, separated the front of the car from the right-side dismantling ditch by half a hand's breadth.

Wang Hu took a couple of breaths.

"Should we break it?"

"I won't smash it."

"It's about to break."

"Let it loosen on its own."

Su Yuan stared at the track ahead.

"Stop now, the tail anchor will swing. Continue leading."

Tang Lan understood.

"Number 013 is half-hug and holding on."

She locked the brake lever at that angle.

Track 013 gripped the rail surface, preventing the following vehicle from rushing up, but also not completely locking track 005.

Number 005 made a low-oil-fuel-sounding noise from its rear.

squeak.

Pause for half a beat.

squeak.

Pause for another half a beat.

The sound was clearly audible inside the carriage.

Nobody likes it.

But nobody wants it to stop now.

In the control room of Base 04, everyone was staring at the main screen.

The swarm model was still pressed against the edge of the broken bridge's black zone, with the gray cube at its tail just leaving the recovery well marker. Three curves beside it crisscrossed and dropped downwards, then bounced back from time to time.

A technician's fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he didn't press any keys for a long time.

Lu Mingyuan stood in front of the main screen, his gaze never leaving it.

The veteran engineer is no longer by the screen.

He and the maintenance workers blocked the entrance to maintenance point number three, with steel cables slung over their shoulders, and they were cursing under their breath.

"Get all the spare clamps."

"Don't put the hand-cranked winch on the vehicle; carry it with you."

"Who's waiting for the system notification? Just go back to the warehouse and go to sleep."

Several young maintenance workers silently carried two coils of old steel cable onto the trolley.

Someone ran over from the direction of the medical ward, with a hose hanging on their back and a handful of old clips in their hand.

"There is another set of jacks in the East Warehouse."

The veteran engineer turned back.

"Remove the wheels and push it over."

"That's a fixed type."

"dismantle."

The man turned and ran.

In the control room, Lu Mingyuan heard the noise on the channel but didn't intervene.

He only stared at the marshalling line on the main screen, which was slowly moving away from the black area of ​​the broken bridge.

one meter.

Two meters.

five meters.

Xiao Huo reports the number.

"The black zone around the Broken Bridge has been removed by 70%."

Su Yuan tapped his fingers twice on the edge of the steering wheel.

"Wang Hu, lock."

"It's still there."

"Don't let the wrench out."

Wang Hu glanced down.

The wrench was bent, half of it was stuck in the chain hole, and the edges were worn smooth.

He pushed his shoulder up an inch.

"I'll cut ties before I come out."

Su Yuan didn't reply to him.

The front of the car continued forward.

The black recycling well slowly receded into the distance.

The cutting machine's teeth were still spinning, their tips covered in the grease that had just been scraped off.

The bottom of item 005 reveals a cleaned metal surface, with traces of white paint peeking out from under the grease, but the distance is too great to see the complete serial number.

Xiao Huo glanced at it, saved the image first, and didn't zoom in.

It's not time to look at these things yet.

The remaining track ahead begins to widen.

There are fewer steel beams on both sides, and a smooth slope appears on the right side.

Three white guide lights lit up in sequence.

When the first light came on, several people in room 013 looked up.

When the second light came on, the right-side railing also rose from the ground.

After the third light came on, the old loudspeaker above the ramp entrance blared.

This time it's not the male voice that's the main attraction.

It is a calm, mechanical format for storage systems.

"The old traction cable is damaged."

"Please switch to the temporary access ramp."

"Unload the tail anchor."

"The temporary ramp is safe to bear weight."

Two low-profile guide wheels protrude from under the right-side rail.

They did not touch the Devouring Wasteland.

The guide wheel was only touching the travel line of anchor 005, and it was gently pushed.

The tail of No. 005 is off by half a foot.

The stress in tail beam 013 jumped from 21 to 24.

Tang Lan reported immediately.

"Twenty-four tail beams."

Someone in carriage 013 couldn't keep their voice down.

"The slope ahead is flat."

The young survivor stared at the white light and the guardrail, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Have we reached a safe zone?"

He realized he shouldn't have asked the question as soon as he said it.

But no one in the carriage cursed at him.

Many people's eyes were fixed on that slope.

Clean.

gentle.

The guardrail is intact.

The lights no longer flicker like before.

Compared to the broken bridge we just saw, this place really felt like a road that allowed us to catch our breath.

Tang Lan didn't look at the slope.

She only looked at the front of the Devourer train.

"If the lead vehicle doesn't turn, we won't turn."

The young survivor lowered his head and removed his hands from the edge of the restraint strap.

Xiao Huo quickly did a rough calculation.

"The ramp is passable."

It paused for a moment, then added more.

"It's just calculated based on the data provided by the system."

In the control room of Base 04, a technician was looking at the transmitted images.

"This data doesn't seem fake."

He froze for a moment after saying it.

The veteran engineer heard it from outside the maintenance gate but didn't curse.

He put the steel cable he was carrying on his shoulder down on the ground and looked up at the main screen.

"Don't say anything, let's look at the lead car first."

Su Yuan did not move the steering wheel.

The Devourer continued forward, skimming along the center line of the remaining tracks.

Wang Hu turned his head to look at him.

"Boss, investigate?"

Su Yuan handed over the chalk ash container.

"The base of the ramp guardrail."

Wang Hu picked up the jar and leaned out.

The old tow rope was still hanging on the front beam, leaving him with very little room to move. He could only wedge one foot against the threshold and step on the side beam with the other.

"Light for half a second."

The red hand lamp on the right side of the small torch should be pressed down to its lowest position.

Wang Hu flicked his wrist.

White powder was sprinkled at the base of the temporary ramp guardrail.

The powder and ash did not pile up into loose pieces after it landed.

It slid in along a narrow gap at the bottom of the railing.

It's not the wind.

It's not a slope either.

The powdery gray looked as if it had been swallowed by a row of tiny holes, leaving clean white lines at the edges.

Wang Hu glanced at it and then withdrew his hand.

"Eating dust."

Su Yuan said again.

"Use a wrench to tap the right-side track three times."

Wang Hu grabbed another small wrench and smashed it onto the broken rail on the right.

when.

when.

when.

The echo did not return immediately.

Half a second later, a long, hollow sound came from below the slope.

The hollow sound was mixed with the soft hum of low-speed gears.

The small torch reveals the voiceprint.

"The slot below is empty."

It quickly enhances images.

"A thin steel plate is placed on top. There are dismantling rollers at the bottom of the trough, rotating at a low speed, but they haven't stopped."

The system's broadcast is still repeating.

"The temporary ramp is safe to bear weight."

"Please switch to unloading the tail anchor."

The load-bearing data of the small torch system is combined with the actual vibration of the vehicle body.

The two lines are completely misaligned.

The system data remained stable, and there was no corresponding feedback for minor vibrations in the vehicle body.

Su Yuan spoke.

"A ramp is a cover, not a road."

Inside room 013, everyone who had been staring at the white light stopped.

The young survivor glanced down at his harness.

He almost let go just now.

He then re-pressed the fasteners.

Click.

The sound wasn't loud.

The soldier with the missing arm saw it, took the water bottle from his lap, and handed it back to the wounded.

Don't look at the light.

He said.

Tang Lan reported the numbers.

"Twenty-four tail beams, still at the top."

Su Yuan looked at Wang Hu.

"Wrap the old traction cable around again."

Wang Hu was taken aback.

"It's almost ruined."

"When it comes to lateral insurance."

Wang Hu immediately took action.

He didn't ask a second time.

The old traction cable was too thick and difficult to wind. Wang Hu used a hook to lift the cable, looped it around the lower edge of the front beam, and then locked it with a short chain. The wrench pin was bent, so he took out a broken section of shaft from his tool bag and inserted it directly into the second hole.

"We've got a loophole."

Don't uninstall.

"Not uninstalled."

Su Yuan cut to number 013.

"Tang Lan, release the brakes by half a stop."

Tang Lan pushed the brake lever forward half a notch.

The latter part of number 013 surged forward a little.

The 005 tail anchor also pressed forward due to inertia, and the sway that had been squeezed out by the guide wheel was pushed back in the opposite direction.

The right guide wheel continued to try to push it toward the ramp.

The heavy weight of No. 005 pressed down, squeezing the guide wheel and making a dull thud.

The stress on the tail beam has decreased.

Tang Lan stared at her watch.

"Twenty-three."

"Two seconds later, twenty-two."

The third section of the Little Fire Report.

"Poison gas insurance is 17, stable."

An old mechanic is looking at a water glass.

"The water didn't jump."

Wang Hu returned to the side gate and glanced at the white-lit slope.

"If this thing actually goes up there, how many seconds will it take?"

Xiao Huo glanced at the rotation speed of the disassembly rollers.

"Three to five seconds, the chassis is ripped open."

Wang Hu didn't scold him.

He pressed his bloodied palm against his trouser leg and then gripped the steel cable tightly.

Outside the maintenance gate of Base 04, the veteran engineer finally started cursing.

"They dare to claim load-bearing capacity for such thin cover plates."

He held up a thumbscrew on the screen.

"This is called a slope? This is called a pit cover."

Several maintenance workers nearby gathered around to examine the chalk dust trail and echo waveform.

The technician who had just said the data didn't seem fake stood in the control room, looking rather grim. He didn't try to save face; he simply highlighted the fake ramp data in red and manually entered it into the log.

"The temporary connecting slope on the right is a pseudo-load-bearing structure; the roller trough is being dismantled."

Lu Mingyuan glanced at him.

"Keep taking notes."

"Yes."

The convoy did not turn.

The white light ramp is left on the right.

The storage system paused for a few seconds.

Then, the remaining track ahead began to move.

The left track was withdrawn one after another.

Half a meter.

The right rail is raised.

Three inches.

The two tracks are no longer aligned, like a joint that has been forcibly pried apart.

The front wheels of the Devourer had just reached the entrance to the track-changing area.

The tracks were misaligned.

The carriage was quiet.

All that remained were the sounds of the brake lever engaging, the friction of the steel cable, and the soft clatter of four water cups rattling against their holders.

Report quickly if you are short-lived.

"The connection ahead is broken in a serpentine pattern."

"Move the left rail back half a meter and raise the right rail three inches."

"If you force it, the front wheel will come off."

At the same time, the old traction winch locked in the reverse direction.

The already loose steel cable suddenly snapped shut.

The front beam of the Devourer was towed to the right dismantling slope.

Wang Hu, bracing against the front beam, was pulled to the side.

"It's locked up."

Su Yuan did not accelerate.

He pressed down on the accelerator.

"The outer side of the old traction cable of the auxiliary cable buckle."

Wang Hu immediately grabbed the auxiliary rope.

Which section should be cut?

"The winch is positioned in the middle of the front beam."

Wang Hu swung the grappling hook out, and the secondary cable bit into the outer side of the old traction cable. He pulled back, and the angle of the steel cable was stretched slightly.

"Hold on."

Su Yuanqie Channel.

"Tang Lan, half-hold him to death, don't let No. 013 rush in."

"receive."

"Don't cut number 005."

Tang Lan replied quickly.

"Don't cut it."

Su Yuan pressed the front beam winch deadbolt.

It's not a long-term harvest.

It was a short, three-times sequence.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Each time the cable is locked, the front beam winch engages with the old traction cable and retracts one inch.

The winch end was locked, and the gears could not turn.

Su Yuan used the front beam and auxiliary rope of the Devouring Desolation Ship to drag the locked winch to a fixed point.

Fixed pulley.

Xiao Huo immediately modified the model.

"Force angle forming".

Wang Hu looked at the screen, his expression changing.

"Use it for leverage?"

Su Yuan stared at the front wheel.

"Um."

The Devourer was pulled diagonally to the right by the old traction cable.

The secondary cable presses down on this force from the outside.

No. 013 was partially locked in place, while No. 005's tail anchor was behind it, absorbing the downward force.

The entire column was pulled out at a very small angle.

It's not a derailment angle.

It's a corner that allows the front wheels to crawl along the edge of the left rail.

Xiao Huo shouted.

"The front wheel is in the misalignment zone."

The old mechanic knelt in front of the water glass, his voice hoarseer than before.

"Sway forward to the left, then press backward to the right."

Wang Hu used the auxiliary cable to knock on the third section of the bottom beam.

when.

"Still shaking."

Tang Lansong stopped half an inch.

Number 013 was given a little more weight, and the weight was lowered in the latter part of the third quarter.

The veteran mechanic's eyes were fixed on the water.

"Be more cautious."

The front wheel of the Devourer was stuck to the edge of the left rail.

The edge of the steel wheel scraped against the rail, making a harsh scraping sound.

The right rail was raised three inches, forcing the right side of the vehicle to lift. The left wheel flange almost slipped off the damaged edge.

Su Yuan didn't accelerate much.

He only let the front of the car climb little by little.

The old traction cable was being pulled by a dead winch, resulting in a strong lateral force.

Wang Hu was standing next to the front beam when the broken axle pin started to heat up; it was hot to the touch.

He didn't back down.

"The front wheels have passed the first misalignment."

Report from Xiaohuo.

"Third quarter begins."

When the car entered the misalignment zone in the third section, the pressure under the car immediately became chaotic.

Shake all four water glasses at the same time.

The water in the cracked cup leaked out along the edge of the tape.

The old mechanic didn't bother to clean it.

He looked at the water and kept calling out.

"Press down to the left rear."

"Light on the right front."

"Jump to the right front."

Wang Hu knocked on the rope.

when.

Su Yuan also applied half an inch of pine oil.

The traction of the locomotive decreases, and the third section moves downwards and back onto the rail surface.

Insurance coverage for toxic gases has increased.

Report from Xiaohuo.

"nineteen."

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty-two."

In the third quarter, Li Wei tightened the shoulder straps of the sleeping Blue Star soldiers one by one. His own hands trembled, but his movements remained steady.

The young survivor reached out from number 013 to the connection point and helped press down the third rear end fixing frame.

Tang Lan did not call him back.

She stared at the tail beam.

"Twenty-six."

"Twenty-seven."

"27.8".

Red line twenty-eight.

In carriage 013, everyone held their breath.

The amputee soldier pressed the wounded soldier's head down.

The kettle rolled to the middle of the floor, and no one picked it up.

Vehicle No. 005 was dragged off course by the misaligned rail at the rear, and its undercarriage grazed the edge of the dismantling roller.

The sound of gears turning came from the lower right side of the carriage.

The cutting tool removed a layer of sludge from the bottom of part 005.

Large patches of black mud peeled off.

The exposed metal base beam was scratched with long marks by the tooth tips, but it didn't bite.

Wang Hu stared at the monitor screen, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Tail anchor quick-grip teeth".

Su Yuan stopped abruptly.

Tang Lan simultaneously half-hugs and adds one grid.

The dead weight of No. 005 was pulled back to the center line by the tail of No. 013.

The secondary cable was taut and trembling.

On the other side of the old traction cable, the locked winch gears were being dragged around, making a snapping sound.

Click.

One of my teeth fell out.

Report from Xiaohuo.

"The fixed pulley can hold for another three seconds."

Su Yuan stepped on the oil half an inch.

The front wheels of the Devourer passed the last misaligned track.

The locomotive landed on the straight, remaining rail.

The third section follows.

Number 013 followed.

The last set of wheelsets, number 005, squeezed past the dismantling roller edge, and the bottom sludge was cleaned off.

The cutting wheel bit into the air.

We didn't hit the steel beam.

Xiao Huo's voice tightened until the very last word.

"The entire formation passed through the staggered zone."

Tang Lan looked at the tail gauge.

"27.8".

The numbers paused for two seconds.

Then it dropped to twenty-six.

It dropped to twenty-four.

She then pulled the brake lever back half a notch.

The third section reduces the toxic gas insurance premium from 22 to 18.

The old mechanic sat on the ground, his hand still resting on the cup holder.

The four water glasses swayed for a long time before finally stopping.

The cracked bottom cup is half empty.

He reached for the water bottle next to him and added some water to the bottle.

His hands are very steady.

There was no sound in the control room of Base 04.

The veteran engineer stood outside the maintenance entrance, his wrench still raised in mid-air.

On the main screen, the train line squeezed its way through three dangerous areas: a broken bridge, a fake ramp, and a misaligned track.

It has not decoupled.

No vehicle was abandoned.

The third section is in.

Number 013 is here.

Number 005 is still hanging there.

The veteran engineer put down the wrench and stared at the curve.

"He is not on the run."

The maintenance worker next to him turned to look at him.

The veteran engineer marked the locked winch on the screen.

"He's using the system equipment to pave the way for himself."

This message was transmitted to the survivors' channel.

No one responded.

But soon other noises came from the channel.

"Two cooling pipes were found in the South Warehouse."

"The old track maintenance crew's hand-cranked winch has been dismantled."

"We don't have enough steel cable connectors, but I have some old clamps here."

"The medical cabin stretcher is being moved to maintenance port number three."

Does anyone have chalk?

"There's lime powder in the warehouse, can we use it?"

The veteran engineer returned immediately.

"Yes. Pack them up and send them to the front lines."

Lu Mingyuan stood in the control room, watching the support messages pop up one after another.

He did not issue any additional orders.

Only one sentence was added.

"All supplies are being moved forward along the manual maintenance line."

"Don't ask the system."

"Watch the lead car send back a message."

The white and red lights in the track-changing area turn off simultaneously.

The system's broadcast is stuck.

Only static could be heard from the speaker.

"Please...please...return...to...the...download..."

Turn off the external speaker and leave only the low-frequency recording.

Wang Hu stepped back from the front beam, his shoulders relaxed, and he almost sat down on the ground.

He looked down at his hands.

The strips of cloth were all red.

He pulled out the broken axle pin and threw it into the toolbox.

"This thing is ruined."

Su Yuan glanced at it.

"He's not useless."

Wang Hu smiled but didn't say anything.

He wrapped his hand with a dry strip of cloth again, bit down on the cloth, and pulled it off.

In carriage 013, a young survivor picked up a water bottle, wiped its exterior, and returned it to the wounded area.

Then he walked over to Tang Lan.

"Sister Tang."

Tang Lan glanced at her watch but didn't look up.

"explain."

"I'll go check out wheel pair number 005 at the tailgate."

Tang Lan then looked at him.

The young survivor's face was still pale, but his hands had stopped trembling.

He added a sentence.

"I almost let my buckle go. I'm keeping an eye on the tail from behind."

Tang Lan did not scold him.

She picked up a spare flashlight from the side and threw it over.

"Turn the lights down."

The young survivors caught it.

"clear."

He climbed to the back door, fastened his securing strap to the inside of the door frame, and then opened only a small gap.

The dim red hand light swept along the ground towards the bottom of number 005.

The area where the sludge was scraped away revealed a patch of white paint.

He didn't shout immediately.

First, send the video to Xiao Huo.

The small flame swept over it.

"No action will be taken for now."

Su Yuan said.

"Save."

"Saved".

The convoy entered a dark, straight stretch of road.

The slope has flattened.

The rail surface is still hand-welded, with tight seams, but it is more stable than before.

The No. 005 tanker continued to emit a low oil level sound at the rear.

This time, the sound did not cause panic.

It serves as an indication of whether the force applied from the rear is normal.

The veteran mechanic continued to watch the water cup.

Tang Lan stared at the tail beam.

Wang Hu was watching the deputy rope.

Keep a close eye on all the curves.

Su Yuan looked ahead.

The number of white lines on both sides of the artificial life-saving track has decreased.

There are few words on the wall.

Occasionally, you can see a few marks blackened by smoke.

"Don't trust white lights."

"Powders go first."

"Knock before asking for directions."

These words are old.

It is not a system printout.

It was carved in little by little by a person using a screwdriver.

After passing a few dozen meters, an outline appeared ahead.

platform.

Not big.

The old transfer platform lies at the end of the manual line, with no system lights on either side, only a few pillars covered with old cables and cracked duct tape.

There are manual switches at the edge of the platform.

The switch handle is very long and covered with anti-slip cloth.

The fabric surface was worn shiny.

It seems like someone has used it many times.

A small torch projects the vehicle speed indicator onto the screen.

Three kilometers.

"One hundred and twenty meters ahead, we'll reach the platform."

The voice of the support team from Base 04 came through the channel.

"We are 400 meters away from maintenance point number 3."

"The steel cable has arrived."

"Two bags of lime powder."

"One set of cooling pipes."

The old engineer was panting.

"Let the lead vehicle know what it needs first, don't wait for us to arrive."

Su Yuan looked at the platform in front of him.

"Let's get to the platform first and then we'll talk."

"receive."

The convoy continued on its way.

At the tailgate of vehicle number 013, the young survivor lowered his flashlight and stared at wheel pair number 005.

That baggage car was much quieter.

The sound pattern indicates a lack of oil.

The scratches on the bottom beam are still there, and a larger patch of white paint is showing.

He wanted to see clearly, but he remembered Tang Lan saying that the light should be lowered and the scan should only last half a second before stopping.

Tang Lan saw it but didn't say anything.

Shen Yuanzhou woke up briefly on the stretcher.

He noticed that everyone in the carriage was doing things in hushed tones, and his eyelids twitched.

Xu Shen held the water to his lips.

"Don't talk, drink first."

Shen Yuanzhou took a sip and his gaze fell on the route map on the ammunition box.

"Where are we?"

Tang Lan answered.

"The artificial line is almost at its end."

Shen Yuanzhou's finger twitched.

"Does the platform have lights?"

Tang Lan looked at the screen.

"not yet."

Shen Yuanzhou closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

"If it's a kerosene lamp, you can believe it halfway."

Xu Shen frowned.

"half?"

"The lamp is real."

Shen Yuanzhou's voice was hoarse.

"The selection of brands may not be complete."

Tang Lan relayed this message to Su Yuan.

Su Yuan only replied with one word.

"Um."

The platform ahead is getting closer.

Just as the Devourer was forty meters away from the platform, a light suddenly lit up above the platform.

It's not a red light.

It's not a white light.

It's not a yellow light either.

The lamp wick flickered once, then stabilized.

The dark orange flame flickered inside the glass dome.

That was a kerosene lamp.

A metal plaque hangs under the lamp.

The metal plate was half blackened by smoke, and the edges were rusted. The hook was bent by hand.

The small torch zooms in on the camera.

The handwriting became clearer little by little.

The manual line ahead has ended.

If the lead truck is still towing vehicle number 005, please check its second right cargo compartment first.

The things inside are not allowed on the Great Wall.

The young survivor saw the synchronized video feed near the tailgate of vehicle number 013, and the spare flashlight in his hand stopped.

Tang Lan walked behind him.

"To the right of No. 005."

The young survivors lowered their lights and swept them out through the gap in the tailgate.

The light glided along the side panel of number 005.

Sludge, scratches, and old white paint markings.

The seal on the second compartment from the right was visible.

The seal is black.

There is no system number above.

There was only one line of small handwritten characters, mostly covered by grease.

Small flame zoomed in on the image.

The last few words of that line appeared first.

No one is allowed to enter the Great Wall.